playboy |park jimin| ff.

4. Dark marks

Y/N POV:

Y/N: I don't understand why you do all this? You don't look like yesterday's person...

He chuckled under his nose.

Jimin: It's my fault you hurt yourself. Trust me yesterday you saw the real me.

He said looking up at me and with a smirk on his face, he continued to heal my wound.
I remained looking at his face for a while. Why do i feel like I know him from somewhere? But I can't remember... Where? I didn't take my eyes off him. Trying to remember...

Jimin: Am I that handsome that you don't take your eyes off of me?
*he said with moking smile on his face*

Y/n: In your dreams.

I looked away and crossed my arms,  I still felt his eyes intensely looking at me.

Jimin: Done!

He said giving a final touch to the white bandage he had rolled around the wound.

Y/N: T-thanks...

I put these words out of my mouth with difficulty, but at least I have to thank him for helping me.
He stood up giving me his hand.

Y/N: What?

I asked because I didn't understand what he meant by that movement.

Jimin: Get up I'll take you to your house.

Y/N: There is no need... I can get home by myself.

I removed his hand that was in front of me and I stood up trying to walk by myself, i couldn't really walk as the burning sensation was making it hard for me..
Ah, how I get home now?
I have a lot to walk and I don't have a ticket for the bus neither.

Jimin: Are you sure you can go alone?

His voice stopped me.

Jimin: Ah don't be stupid, I won't do anything to you. What can I do when it's still daylight outside?

I turned to him. He stood there with his hands in his pockets, waiting for my answer, his head bent slightly to his right.

I gave him a long look.

Jimin: So..? *he raised his eyebrows*

Joy told me not to bond with him, but I have no other choice now.
I sighed.

Y/n: Fine... *i sighed and rolled my eyes*

An amused smile appeared on his face. He sat on his motorcycle and gave me his helmet.

Jimin: Sit in the back.

I climbed behind him.

Jimin: Are you not going to hold on to something?

I looked at him confused.

Jimin: You are such a slow thinker sometimes...

He took my hands and made them hug from behind his strong abdomen that I could feel through his shirt. I felt uncomfortable and was about to take my hands off

Jimin: Hold tight!

But he turned on the motorbike and immediately gave acceleration so I hadn't a chance then hold him from his waist.

...

I got off his bike. He removed his helmet and turned to me and said looking at my injured knee.

Jimin: I hope it's not a serious injury...

Why he even cares? It just confuses me. I can't tell if he really cares about me or not.